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daughter-of-melpomene · 30 days

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INFO DUMP FOR LUCY'S GIRLFRIEND, INFO DUMP FOR LUCY'S GIRLFRIEND

Ahhhh, yes, absolutely, thank you for asking, Greta my darling!! And I will also tag the other Narnia lovelies @luucypevensie, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @oneirataxia-girl, and @come-along-pond, just in case they want to know more about my new baby!! <3

So, without further ado, I will introduce you to Tamlin, the last surviving witch in Narnia besides Jadis and my other OC Hemera. Her family were Silver Witches, able to use their magic to manipulate the air, and though most of her family was slaughtered by the White Witch along with all the other witches in Narnia when Jadis took over, Tamlin, only an infant at the time was spared, because Jadis remembered hearing a prophecy from another witch before Tamlin was born, stating that a Silver Witch would soon be born with the power to steal the oxygen from people’s blood and the breath from their throats, something no other Silver Witch had been powerful enough to do before. So, when Jadis came across little Tamlin sleeping peacefully in her crib after her entire family had been murdered, she realized that she might have just stumbled across a very powerful weapon, and decided to take Tamlin and raise her as her own, molding her into the perfect instrument of torture for those who crossed her or went against her reign.

And that was the way Tamlin was raised; as a living weapon, the head of the White Witch’s army, a tool in Jadis’s hands, never questioning why she and her “mother” wielded completely different types of magic when that wasn’t the way witch bloodlines worked, simply because she’d never been taught any differently. She hurt whoever Jadis told her to hurt, threatened whoever she was told to threaten, even killed in the name of the woman she called her mother and queen - but she never felt good about it. She hated stealing people’s breath, hurting them and killing them, and when she finally learned about the other witches Jadis had killed and how she had to have been stolen from her true family only to become a weapon, she began to hate her “mother,” and especially herself, as well.

But there was never anything she could do about it - Jadis was much more powerful than she was, and there was no way she, as Narnia’s deadly and feared “princess,” would be able to rally anyone who wasn’t loyal to the White Witch to fight with her. But then the Pevensies arrive in Narnia, and though Tamlin isn’t able to stop Edmund from selling out his siblings without arousing Jadis’s suspicion, and she despises herself for not being able to save Tumnus, she runs away from Jadis in the middle of night, along with a few former members of the White Witch’s army who have wanted to escape, and approaches the camp of the army Aslan has brought together to offer her help. Obviously most people are reluctant to trust her at first, including Edmund since he saw how much Jadis coveted her firsthand, but Lucy speaks up for her, saying that it wouldn’t be fair not to trust her and that they could use her help - and Tamlin, being but a simple baby lesbian who’s never experienced anything close to love since she was a tiny infant with her real family, immediately develops a little puppy love crush on the future queen, though she doesn’t really know that’s what it is at the time and it will take a long while for anything to come of it.

After Jadis is defeated, Tamlin fully expects to be banished or even executed after everything she’s done in Jadis’s name, and certainly there are still many Narnian citizens who would like her to be - but the Pevensies can see how traumatized and deprived and sad she is under all the walls she puts up, and after Aslan voices his approval of her and declares that she has proven herself to be a loyal Narnian, the new kings and queen forgive her of all her crimes and even allow her to continue her role as the head of Narnia’s army. She does refuse to use her magic for a while after Jadis’s defeat, wanting to reject any ties she might have to what she was made to do growing up, but when Lucy tells her that she loves seeing her conjure a breeze and letting her hair blow in it, she does start using it again, if only to make Lucy (and Hemera, who is thrilled beyond belief to actually be around another witch after being alone for most of her life) happy.

As I said, Tamlin struggles with a lot of trauma and self-loathing from her time being Jadis’s tool, and as a result of that, on top of being deprived of any sort of caring beyond Jadis’s twisted version of it, she has a lot of walls up and doesn’t really know how to be close to people. She’s very blunt and gets really awkward when talking to people for extended periods of time, and she really has to learn that violence cannot be the answer to everything - but eventually, she does learn how to forgive herself for the things she had no control over since she was just a child and that was just what she’d been taught, and she actually comes to have her own odd little circle of friends within Cair Paravel… and, eventually, something even more beautiful than friends with a certain youngest queen.

That’s about all I’ll share about her right now, but I definitely look forward to properly introducing her and speaking more about her story and her relationship with Lucy! Again, thanks so much for the ask, Greta!! <3

#asks about my ocs #oc: tamlin

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Ahhhh Edmund and a governess!! Molly I NEED to know how they met! And how Edmund makes a fool of himself to get her attention

Okay, I've somehow gotten myself obsessed with Bruises Universe Baby Bridgertons and their love lives.

Imagine Edmund, 23 years old, broad shouldered and strong and all the girls in the village giggle and whisper when he passes and he chuckles when he winks at them and they all gasp, even when his Mama tuts at him You shouldn't give them false hope, Neddy

He knew he had no intention of marrying any of these women. He's known them since he was a boy and if he was going to feel anything for them he'd have felt it by now, surely. And while he'd never admit it, and he knows that his parents had only met twice before they married, he wants a marriage like theirs. He wants the deep abiding love they share for one another, it's mortally embarrassing that they're still in love with each other after all this time but... they know one another. The childhood he had was so filled with love, and gentleness and he wants just the same.

Lord, he wants what Miles had with the girl who had been painfully shy before their marriage. Miles now a doting husband and father to little Henry.

And then he meets her.

Walking through the village one day, nudging Miles just as they did when they were children, teasing him even as he rolled his eyes. Edmund hadn't been paying attention to where he was going and a young Lady had exited the bakery at the exact moment he was walking past and he knocked her into the dirt before he could catch her.

"I am so very sorry, Miss." Edmund held out his hand to the young woman who was looking down at her dress despondently.

She sighed, brushing her hands off on her dress "That's quite alright."

And then she looked up at him, right into his eyes and Edmund's stomach jolted. "Allow me to help you."

"I'm fine, thank you." The woman said primly, shaking her head as she hauled herself to her feet dusting off her dress.

Edmund snatched his cap off his head, fixing his hair quickly in the shop window while she wasn't looking, ignoring his brother's muttered Lord.

"You really must forgive me miss-?"

"You're forgiven." The woman said quickly, "No harm done."

She was already walking away as Edmund's mouth fell open in surprise at the rebuff.

"Might I be allowed to introduce myself, Miss?"

"I don't think that will be necessary. I've met a hundred men just like you."

"You've known me half a minute!" He said a little indignantly.

"I've known men like you all my life. Forgive me if I pass on knowing another. Good Day, Sir."

Edmund stared at the door to the post office that had just been closed in his face, his mind racing.

"Well mercy me." Miles' voice was far too smug behind him. "I think perhaps I feel an icy breeze coming up from under the earth."

"Shut it." Edmund said quickly.

"Could it be that Edmund Bridgerton has finally met a woman who doesn't find him charming?"

"Hush."

"I don't think I will. I can't wait to tell Emily."

"I'm your older brother, you should listen to me!"

"When have I ever?"

#you might have some bruises #kathony #anthony x kate #edmund bridgerton ii #miles bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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birdiebortnik · 7 months

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AHHHH i finally got the chance to read the latest chapter in white catchfly and AHHHHHHHHHHHHH LITERALLY THE WHOLE TIME I WAS JUST AHHHHHH EDMUND AND SAKU THEY'RE SO FUCKIN ADORABLE

ahsgafsh sorry i just love it so much and i can't wait for the next chapter!! >:D

I'm sorry I didn't see this until now! (I think I just figured out the inbox feature). Thank you thank you thank you!!!! I hope you enjoyed the rest of the fic if you finished it! <3

I'm in a bit of a writing slump, but I'm excited for this new branch of the story.

Thank you again!!!! <3 <3 <3

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annecoulmanross · 3 years

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WIP Ask Game

I was tagged by @desvoeuwu

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

So confession time, I don’t actually have a single organized WIP folder, so these are just whatever WIPs I could find? Minus one “secret project” (that you already know all about Edmund, so don’t worry about it) and they’re almost all just obscure song lyrics oops:

Any of the Seven Seas

Be Gentle With Yourself

dark unfathom’d Caves of Ocean

hic, ille, tertius

How Did You Know? (When I Would Swim Back to You)

Inscrutable to Man

Intertwined

LeoRoss

Long May Your Innocence Reign

Looking for a Creation Myth

Other Roads Will Start

Really Fucking Weird

Right Before Your Eyes

Shortage of Sordid

Tender You Go

With This Ring

Definitely not tagging this many people, but @kaserl and @handfuloftime don’t seem to have been tagged yet, that I’ve seen? And anyone else who wants to, feel free to claim this as an opportunity!

#thank you edmund ahhhh #wip game #ask meme #ask me things

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harry-leroy · 4 years

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“I’m on your side” for some Gloucester boys content?

Omg thank you for waiting so long you know it takes me 5 million years to answer asks so thank you!! I will always and forever enjoy writing about my boys ❤️ (Hope you’re doing well!)

“I’m on your side!” Edmund ran after his brother, who decided to turn upstairs after he had grown exhausted from conversation. “Please, Edgar. Can we just talk about this?”

Edgar turned around. He was pale again and looked as if he were about to be ill.

“We’ve already talked about it,” he said, then almost to himself. “I can’t go back there. To the...with Lear... I can’t... I... can’t,”

“I know,” Edmund finally caught up, halfway up the flight of stairs. He was out of breath, though he wasn’t sure why. “I know and you don’t have to go back,”

“Then what do you suggest I do?” Edgar crossed his arms. “Dad will barely look at me. I can’t stay here,”

“Go with Albany,”

“What?”

“Go with Albany,”

“And beg him for a place to sleep? Forget it,” Edgar turned back away, though Edmund noticed some color back in his face. He started walking back towards his room, which he barely left as is. Edmund had to begin following again.

“He won’t say no,” Edmund finally said before his brother turned the door handle. Edgar stopped.

“How do you know that?” Edgar asked, cynicism creeping into his voice. It was one of the only times Edmund heard his brother sound so bitter.

“Because he’s a friend,” Edmund said. “He cares about you, Edgar,”

There was a pause. Edgar became pale again and he turned around, his eyes disinterested, drained.

“Can we talk about this later?” Edgar asked, his voice strained. “I’m tired,”

Edmund stepped back a little on the stair, exhaling, about to retort though the sickly visage his brother wore cut him short. He was on Edgar’s side now; he needed to act like it.

“Yeah, okay,” he said. “Whatever you need,”

Another pause. It would be days before he would see Edgar again, he knew. He would send someone up tomorrow to make sure that his brother was okay, still breathing, still functional. Their father wouldn’t do it. Edgar was dead weight to him now.

“Thanks, Edmund,” Edgar said, and paused before adding, almost under his breath. “I’ll think about it. About Albany,”

Edmund then smiled a little, so did Edgar. Just like they did when they were young. All to quickly, Edgar turned around, looking nearly about to faint, and closed the door behind him.

#thank you ahhhh!!!!#i’m a mess #but y’all already know #fics #my fic #gloucester bros #edgar + edmund #king lear #the edgar project #my boys just need time to be brothers let them have that ahhh #suits of woe #dustyprose

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im-a-wonderling · 2 years

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Hi! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a fic with Edmund Pevensie and very shy reader? Thanks!

Prima Donna ~ Edmund Pevensie

Ahhhh, thank you so much for requesting! Shy!reader is a new one for me, so I hope you like it (even though it took me forever to finish it)

Word count: 2.3k

“Whose fabulous idea was it to throw this dinner?” Edmund grumbled, wrestling with the buttons of the wretched jerkin Susan had told him to wear. “I’d like to throw them a dinner in the royal dungeons.”

“It was yours, if I recall correctly.” Peter stood beside him, the perfect picture of composure. “Shall I warn the dungeon master of your impending arrival?”

“I merely suggested that relations with Calormen could be improved by allowing the opera tour to come through Narnia,” Edmund protested, still trying to get the buttons to cooperate. “Nowhere in there did I say anything about hosting a banquet in their honor, and certainly I didn’t say a thing about myself having to attend.”

Lucy laughed from her place on Edmund’s bed. “Ed, if you’re not going to go to the opera tomorrow, it’s all the more important that you attend the dinner.”

“Pete isn’t going tomorrow either,” Edmund said, with a perfect imitation of the pout his little sister used to sport when asked to do the dishes back home.

“And Pete’s going to dinner.”

Edmund frowned and did not deign to answer her, returning to the confounded jerkin.

“You know, in Calormen, the opera season is the height of court,” Lucy said, sliding off the bed to stand beside Peter. “Everything of note happens at the opera, all marriages arranged, alliances formed, grievances aired, it all happens at the opera.”

Edmund snorted. “The fact that the attendees don’t go to the opera to watch and listen to the opera itself should tell you something.”

“Oh, Edmund,” Lucy said with a sigh, shaking her head. “Have you no appreciation for the arts?”

“Now, now,” Peter stepped forward. “Ed is a great connoisseur of art.”

Lucy raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Well, swordfighting is an art, is it not?”

The two burst into giggles, and Edmund scowled. “Shut up.”

“Ready?” Susan asked, floating into the room in the flowing, graceful way of hers. “They’ve just arrived.”

“Ready,” said both Peter and Lucy.

“If I have to be,” Edmund grumbled.

“You’d better be,” Susan said. “Because the director will be seated beside Peter, and the prima donna will be beside Edmund.”

“What is a ‘prima donna’, and why do I have to put up with it?” Edmund demanded.

“The prima donna is the main female singer in an opera,” Lucy said, clearly exasperated. “Honestly, Ed, do you never listen when I’m talking?”

Edmund opened his mouth, ready to defend himself when Susan cleared her throat. “We don’t have time for this. Now, smiles on.” Susan turned and walked out of the chamber, Peter and Lucy close on her heels.

“I’m not scared to meet the Calormens,” Edmund muttered to himself as he tried to multitask walking and trying to keep his jerkin from flapping like a flag in the wind. The small clasps slipped through his fingers, and he cursed. “I won a war and had to lead a country at the age of 10! Prideful divas don’t compare to the Witch.”

Edmund swallowed his pride and looked up, intending to ask one of his sisters to come to his aid when he saw he was alone in the corridor, save for a servant girl lingering at the end of the hall. Her plain, Narnian clothing and the jug of water she carried indicated her to be a servant, but the way she carried herself…

Heat bloomed in his cheeks. Had she overheard him?

He straightened his back. “Are the arrivals from Calormen waiting?” The woman’s eyes flicked up to Edmund’s crown with a little apprehension before she nodded. “Can you help me with this?” he asked. “I cannot get these blasted buttons to button.”

The woman didn’t say anything, but set her pitcher down on the nearest windowsill and came forward, dexterous fingers accomplishing what he couldn’t with ease and efficiency.

“Thank you.” Edmund straightened his jerkin, still feeling morbidly embarrassed. She was unfairly pretty and clearly new to Cair Paravel. He didn’t know her, he would’ve remembered her, for sure. “Er…what’s your name?”

The woman blinked, momentarily meeting Edmund’s eyes with a startled expression. “Y/N,” she said in a mellifluous tone. Her eyes kept darting around, never staying long on Edmund or anything else. Was she uncomfortable? Or was he keeping her from something important?

If Susan were around, she would’ve ordered Edmund to dismiss the girl so she could carry out her duty, but he couldn’t squash the urge to talk to her more. “Have you ever been to Calormen, Y/N?”

“Yes, your majesty.” Her quiet voice was so endearing that Edmund couldn’t keep himself from smiling.

“What was it like there?”

She looked up, nervously pulling at her fingers. “Hot.”

Edmund laughed, and the smallest of smiles flitted across her lips. “Thanks again for your help.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Um…as you were.” And before he could embarrass himself anymore, he took off.

Hopefully the next time he ran into Y/N, he was composed and in possession of the wit he was so famous for.

He passed the horrid purple curtains Susan insisted be hung over the windows of the banquet hall, trying to get himself back under control before he joined his siblings.

“Ah, Edmund,” Susan said, grabbing Edmund’s arm and pulling him forward towards the group of dark-skinned people dressed in the odd fashion of Calormen. “This is Lalnon, the esteemed director of the show Lucy and I will see tomorrow evening.” Susan indicated the man in the front who wore a glittery coat and upturned shoes.

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” Edmund said, forcing a smile and extending a hand to the director. “My royal sisters cannot wait to see the show, they’ve been talking about it nonstop.”

“Thank you,” the director said in a heavy Calormen accent before pushing past Edmund’s hand and walking over to the table, clearly done with the conversation.

Edmund tried not to roll his eyes as he turned back to the others in the group. Why did the creative types have to be so sullen and withdrawn? If Edmund had to be here and be polite, the least the guests could do was acknowledge how very polite he was being.

Another Calormen man stepped forward with a bow. “I’m Ishdu, I’m the conductor. I lead the orchestra and instruct the singers.”

The siblings all nodded with regal airs, offering smiles.

The conductor brought forward each member of the crowd, outlining their names and their role in the show. Instead of following the director’s lead and seating themselves at the table, they awkwardly stayed standing, bumping into each other to allow certain members to the front of the group for their moment of recognition.

Edmund bit the inside of his cheek, wishing he could be anywhere other than here. Could he come up with some sort of excuse that the Calormens and his siblings would believe?

Ishdu, who was still talking, gestured to the group with a grander flourish than he’d yet used. “I’m also delighted to introduce our prima donna.”

Edmund steeled himself, trying to prepare himself for some overweight, gaudy woman to come trotting through the crowd to receive her demanded praise. But when the crowd parted, there was no such woman.

Edmund’s mouth fell open as none other than Y/N, the woman who’d helped him with his buttons, came forward and swept into a deep curtsy. “Your majesties.”

“You’re the prima donna?” Edmund asked before he could help himself, earning a glare from Susan.

For a split second, a shy smile flashed on Y/N’s face, but it quickly left as she said: “Yes, your majesty.”

How could she be from Calormen? Why was she wearing Narnian fashion when everyone else in her group wore fashion from their own country? And what had she been doing in the corridor with a water jug? And why had she helped him with his buttons instead of announcing herself?

Edmund tried to form words, but she was scrambling his brains, even though she was doing nothing but shifting, looking as uncomfortable as he felt.

Shooting an odd look at her brother, Lucy stepped forward to rescue the situation. “Y/N, we’re so glad you’re here, let me show you where you’ll be sitting.”

With a glance at Edmund, Y/N followed his sister further into the room, smiling to humor his sister’s conversation, leading the other performers towards the banquet table.

Susan’s hand clamped down on Edmund’s arm, pulling him towards her and Peter. “What was that?” she hissed. “That was not being hospitable!”

Edmund buried his face in his hands, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. “I mistook her for a servant.” He half-heartedly hoped they wouldn’t hear him, but his brother’s guffaw quickly dashed that sentiment.

“You did what?!” Susan almost shrieked.

“What was I supposed to think? She was in the corridor, wearing Narnian clothes and carrying a pitcher of water!”

“What did you say to her?”

“I asked her to help me with my buttons,” Edmund mumbled, causing Peter to laugh harder.

“What are you, twelve?” Susan snapped before massaging her temples. “You’d better do some damage control during dinner, before it’s irreparable!” With that, Susan walked in her floating way over to the banquet table to take her seat.

Edmund sent his older brother a hopeless look. “How on earth can I fix this?”

Peter clapped a hand on Edmund’s shoulder. “You’re the witty one, I’m sure you can come up with something.” Then Peter went to sit beside Lalnon, the director, leaving Edmund to trail behind him.

Y/N was already seated, with her hand neatly folded in her lap on top of her napkin. The glimpse of her delicate fingers served as a reminder of how easily and contentedly she’d helped him.

He felt hot as he finally took his seat beside her. “Y/N,” he immediately began, “allow me to extend my sincerest apologies for my mistake.”

“Unnecessary.” Y/N took a dainty sip from her wine goblet, but the way she avoided his gaze made him nervous.

“It is necessary. I swear, I never meant to offend you in any way.”

“No offense,” Y/N promised.

Edmund winced. “Not even when I called you a prideful diva?”

She didn’t answer, leaving Edmund to wonder if she really was offended or just didn’t feel like talking. But the silence that stretched on made Edmund’s discomfort rise, and he refused to let it go on. “So…” he said, searching for something, anything to say, “I hear Calormen is hot.”

The tiniest of chuckles broke through Y/N’s lips, but she still didn’t say anything.

“Why were you in that hallway?” he asked.

“Lalnon insisted he be allowed to wash his feet before setting foot in the banquet hall, and the servants looked frazzled already.”

Edmund cast a glance in the director’s direction just in time to see him sniff the bite of food on his fork and then promptly set the fork down on the plate. “But you’re one of the guests of honor. Why would you risk missing an introduction with the kings and queens?” Edmund asked, finding it hard to believe that someone as beautiful as her would prefer to notice than to be noticed.

“As it turns out, I got to meet one of the kings anyways,” Y/N said with a sideways smile. “I even got to help him with his buttons.”

He gaped at her. “Er…yes, well, I guess you did, didn’t you?” She turned back to her meal, but Edmund had lost all interest in eating. Instead, he propped his arm up on the table and rested his chin on his hand. “How long have you been performing?”

“I’ve been the prima donna for a year and a half, your majesty, but I’ve been a part of the opera company for as long as I can remember.”

“What does it mean to be a prima donna?” He remembered what Lucy’s answer was, but he wanted to hear it from Y/N.

Y/N lowered her fork. “Being a prima donna means the primary female roles fall to me.”

“That’s quite the privilege,” said Edmund, wondering what it must feel like to know that she would always have the opportunity for center stage.

“And quite the responsibility, your majesty.”

Edmund furrowed his brows. “Why’s that?”

“If a show goes poorly, there’s only so many ways to split the blame.”

“But that doesn’t make sense. Shouldn’t more blame fall on the writer rather than the prima donna?”

“Well, sure, but when the writer and the prima donna are the same, it gets complicated.”

It took a moment for Edmund to understand what she was saying. “Wait, you write the operas too?”

Y/N nodded.

“Did you write the opera you’re performing tomorrow night?”

Y/N nodded again.

Her shyness endeared her to him. All he wanted was for her to talk, to share more of herself with him, but she wasn’t. “What is it about?”

“Love,” Y/N said, and the spark in her eyes made Edmund go a bit speechless. “Most powerful thing ever.”

Edmund felt his heart bounce in his chest, as if it was reminding him of its presence. “L-love?” Edmund stammered.

She nodded, and her eyes went faraway. “The opera is a story of a young man and woman who do whatever they can to be together.” Her distant smile was dazzling. “Their parents don’t approve because the young woman is a priestess-in-training at the temple of Tash, and priestesses swear never to marry.” An adorable crinkle appeared between her eyebrows. “So the young man’s father sneaks a venomous snake into a bouquet of flowers and gives it to the young woman, pretending it’s from her lover. The snake bites her, and she dies, leaving the young man heartbroken…”

Y/N trailed off, lowering her eyes to the napkin in her lap. “Sorry,” she said with a bashful chuckle, “I just told you the whole plot for act one when you probably have zero interest.”

Edmund stared at her, certain she’d just said more words than all her previous words combined. “No, don’t apologize.” He took a breath. “You love what you do.”

“Is it that obvious?”

Edmund nodded.

“Sorry,” Y/N said again, ducking her head.

“No, don’t apologize, it’s a good thing. In fact, I envy you.”

Y/N tilted her head, studying Edmund in a way that made him feel exposed. “Does the king of Narnia feel wasted in the life he’s in?”

Edmund blinked, unsure how to answer such a question. “He feels wasted at big parties where he’s expected to be charming,” Edmund mumbled.

Y/N’s chuckle made Edmund smile. “Well, hopefully, you won’t feel that way at the opera tomorrow,” she said, picking up her fork once again.

Lucy, sitting across from Y/N, looked up. “Oh, no, Ed’s not–” Lucy started to say, but Edmund kicked her under the table.

“I’m sure I won’t,” Edmund said with a smile.

Lucy looked confused. “But you said–”

Edmund stomped square on her toes, and Lucy let out a little yelp. “I will be at the opera,” Edmund said slowly, hitting every syllable as he turned back to Y/N.

He’d only been trying to make sure Lucy got the point, but Y/N’s face broke into the biggest smile he’d seen from her all evening. “Yeah? You’ll be there?”

Edmund smiled back. “Yeah, I will. With flowers.”

#edmund pevensie #king edmund #king edmund the just #narnia #narnia fanfic #chronicles of narnia #requested #shy!reader #edmund fanfic #edmund fanfiction #edmund pevensie fanfic #edmund pevensie fanfiction

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harmonizingsunsets · 2 years

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Episode 7 YALL THE EP IVE BEEN WAITING FOR

Kate waking up and finding…pleasure with memories of there kiss ahhhh.

THE LILY SOAP. LILIES AND SOAP. ASHDJKLD.

Anthony twisting the ring gets me every time.

YES YOU WERE TRULY THAT BLIND EDWINA LOL.

Anthony is trying his best Violet. 😬

Benedict calling out Anthony for his eye yearning with Kate haha.

Anthony giving the three of them flowers. AHHH ANTHONY JUST GOT A WHIFF OF LILIES DIDNT HE?!

Anthony straight up gaining more feelings from hearing Mary say that Kate took on responsibility for their family.

Anthony wanting to talk about the kiss, good on him.

Anthony getting them all to dance and dancing with Hyacinth, I LOVE YOU SWEETIE. Colin and Kate dancing thank god, I miss their friendship from the book. KATE AND ANTHONY SMILING AND DANCING HAPPILY AHHH.

Noooo Eloise. Awww Pen crying. This is rough.

“I’ve never met anyone like you.” ITS NEVER BEEN SO GOOD HUH?! “THE ONLY THING I BREATHE FOR IS YOU” (the call back to Violet and Edmund ahh) “How much you consume my very being.”

HE SMELLS THE LILIES DEAR LORD THANK YOU FOR THIS BOOK REFERENCE AHHH

Her world has been taken off it’s axis by him. Him finishing her sentence about all they’ve ever done is for their family CAUSE THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER.

“Before we finally do something for ourselves?” YALL THIS LINE BROKE ME.

ITS HAPPENING. THE WAY THEY KISS. THEY WAY THEY FIT TOGETHER. HER FINGER IN HIS MOUTH THIS IS OBSCENE AND AMAZING. KATE GIVING INTO HER DESIRES AND ANTHONY PLEASING HER WHILE HOLDING ONTO HER HAND.

The way they smile at one another throughout the sex scene, ahhh.

He wakes up with a smile and rain drops, so beautiful.

HES GETTING THE RING. He knows immediately where she is when he hears the horse is gone.

THE WAY HE YELLS KATE’S NAME.

She’s fallen. Ant and I NEED her to get back up.

#bridgerton spoilers #kathony #kate x anthony #kate sharma #Anthony Bridgerton

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the-second-tonks · 3 years

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I dare you to ship your mutuals with someone from any chosen fandom!!

Ahhhh ! Wow hehehe ! Thank you for the dare anon !

@enchanting-disaster

I ship you with - George Weasely

@barelyoksometimes

I ship you with - Peter Pevensie

@chosenimagines

I ship you with - Steve Rogers

@ikassiaworld

I ship you with - Bill Weasley

@alexxiiispeaks

I ship you with - Severus Snape

@banana-oh-nana

I ship you with - Ronald Weasely (idk why , really lol)

@fairytalelover33

I ship you with - Minho from the Maze Runner

@daredevil-1910

I ship you with - Lucy Pevensie

@mendesxruel

I ship you with - Hmm maybe Cedric Diggory

@nevilleismywhore

I ship you with - Maybe with Neville !

@sweet-lovely-bambam

I ship you with - Newt from the Maze Runner

@insane-horror-movie-addict

I ship you with - Fred Weasley

@eccentricbookwormm

I ship you with - George Weasley

@decadentwastelandtrash

I ship you with - Tony Stark

@msfandomfreak

I ship you with - Pietro Maximoff/Tony Stark ?

@ermbabyel

I ship you with - Draco Malfoy probably

@silverblades

I ship you with - Edmund Pevensie

Doneee !!

#guys dont ask me why🥲#tani's friend #mutuals

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adoralinefilms · 3 years

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Ahhhh I just recently found you and I really love everything you’ve made!! If your requests are open, I was wondering if you could do a list of headcanons about Edmund dating a girl in Narnia during the Golden Age?? Things they would do and how they would act and all kinds of fluffy stuff! I hope you’re doing well. Sending my love and support!

an: heyyyy omg thank u so muchhhh and ofc <3

she/her pronouns

DATING EDMUND DURING THE GOLDEN AGE

Edmund meet you a while after going to Narnia for the first time

He thought you were the most beautiful girl he ever saw

He gathered all the courage to talk to you and you too actually hit it off really quickly

After a month of talking, he finally asked you out

It’s been six months since then and you too could never be happier

You sneak out to the kitchen for the treats and you sneak out to ride horses in the moonlight

cheesy but romantic okay

He gives the best hugs and kisses; mark your words

You too always tell each other you love eachother

Lucy will always roll her eyes

But secretly is your biggest cheerleader

You too were made for each other and always found your way back to eachother

Even after him returning back to England.

#edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie headcannons #edmund pevensie x reader #peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #narnia #narnia imagines #prince caspian x reader #prince caspian

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isolemnlyswearpevensie · 3 years

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Hey Bee. It’s Ed. As in, the guy you wrote so many stories about? By the way, how do you even know about Narnia and our siblings lives...? Are you perhaps a friend of Lucy’s and found out through her journal? But then again, that doesn’t explain how you know EVERYTHING...Anyways, Peter, Su, Lucy, and I had a lot of fun reading these, and making references at the most random and annoying times. Who’s Y/N? That’s a weird name for a character. These are pretty accurate, and as much as I hate to admit it, you practically nailed all of our personalities. You should be an author. Anyway, I’ll write to you soon again. Love, Ed

AHHHH WHOEVER THIS WAS JUST MADE MY SHITTY WEEK LIKE 10x BETTER HAHA Hello, Edmund :) It’s nice to hear from you. I know a lot about you and your siblings because I am a big fan of yours if I’m being honest. It’s very flattering that the entire royal court read my stories. (though I hope you didn’t read play with fire, that would be a tad embarrassing lmao) And to answer your question, Y/N is the person reading it. So, technically, you just read romance stories about you falling in love with yourself ;) how fitting. Thanks for the compliments, though. I hope to speak soon, babe. Love, Bee

#AHHHHHHH #THIS MESSAGE MADE ME WAAAAY HAPPIER THAN IT SHOULD HAVE #CURRENTLY SCREAMING #anonymous #ask #asks #bee speaks

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knightofameris · 3 years

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YEAAAAAHHHH WE SMARTASSES!! WOOOO WE GOT THROUGH MIDTERMS

p h y s i c s ?????? I am. So sorry. i am so sorry you have to deal with physics. that sounds horrible and i would never wish it upon anyone. AND NO YOURE SMART YOU GOT THIS!!! i am cheering you on while also planning on overthrowing anyone who tries jeopardizing your way to the top— anyways. brain = off. mind = everywhere but nowhere at once. and no u.

HHHHGNFNGHHGG I LOVE NARNIA SO MUCH. the entire story was so good and it always made me cry no matter how many times i read the books/watched the movies. not me having the hugest crush on both edmund and susan pevensie....., ANWYAYS YES!! i can totally see what you’re saying with their similar writing styles!! god i love when authors :) and MC is just. Amazing. there is no other way to describe her. i love her to pieces and if i could i would steal her for myself ngl i wouldn’t be opposed- i mean what?

the more i read the more i just want to stop at the A/N right before all the alt endings 😭😭😭 it’s so tempting, because i feel EXACTLY how you feel with going there for the boys but now i’m just so invested in MC finding herself and becoming happy. i want that someday. it’s making me realize how much i want to be a main character and it’s sad BDKSNDS

(also thank you for recommending me this,,, honestly it made me so happy when you made a specific post for me,,, i love it when people send me things bc it reminds them of me or they want me to get into it bc they think i’ll like it like it just warms my heart fbsksndksk) —🧸 <3

HI HI HI UPDATE I FINDIEHD ALL THE ALTERNATE ENDINGS WHILE LISTENING TO THE RESPECTIVE PLAYLISTS THAT THE AUTHOR MADE ON SPOTIFY AND IM REALLY GOING TO CRY?????? AND THEN I LISTENED TO SOME OF THE SONGS FROM THE REGULAR PLAYLIST AND IM JSUT SITITNG HERE ALSO I LOVE DIBA AND ARANYANI SO MUCH I MISS THEM WTF AMERIS HELP I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE THIS FANFIC HAS CHANGED ME WHAT THE FUCK —🧸

p.s. my favorite ending and arc in general was iwaizumi’s. i refuse to comment further

I COMBINED IT CUS I FEEL BAD FOR SPAMMING THE DASH AHAHAHHA.

and putting it under a read more because this bad boi is long

I still,,, have another midterm. but its okay this one I'm not too worried about LMAO.

KDSAJFLADSJF YEAH ME TOO IM SORRY I HAVE TO DEAL WITH PHYSICS TOO what kind of dumbass chooses physics as their major? (me, i’m the dumbass) BUT THANK YOU AHAHA. ill fight everyone for you too!!! brain off always, I accidentally posted the drabbles when I was supposed to post them all tomorrow AHAHAHAH.

NARNIA WAS REALLY GOOD (don't look at my old works tho, I wrote them when I was 15 and bad at writing please.) its very nostalgic and I really want to reread them tbh. they were just so good AHHHH

DUDE YEAH ID DATE MC AHAHAHAHAH. god. i was so tempted to not finish the fic either but here I am. i want to reread but I don't want to get hurt LOOOOL. fuck the boys we’re here for MC Suzuki. LOL

and of course!! I really thought you’d like it and I really really love this story sm. <3

ALSO OMG I NEVER LISTENED TO THE PLAYLISTS..... OOPS. LOL. diba is such a good character and aRANYANI is that how u spell her name idk. LOL I REALLY LOVED THE OCS. I liked her family even tho her mom wasn’t perfect and like, yeah! her mom doesn’t deserve a redemption arc but she’s trying to be better which I fuck with. even the mom knows she wasn’t perfect and that she should've done better. but alas.

you’ll need a few moments to let the fic settle in. good luck. LOL

I.... am biased and I say suga AHAHAHHAA with oikawa as a close second and kuroo next! also loved iwaizumi too!!!

ALSO ALSO. I'm in the discord server with the Fly High writer that she has, and I showed her some of your comments (I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND AHKDJG) but she said thank you and that it means the world! it took her a moment to reply because she was dancing around the room, her words not mine! LOL

#a.responds #from.🧸#a.anonfamily!!#from.nonnie #long post

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strawberryfitzsherbert · 4 years

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thoughts on the finale under the cut

ariannaaaaaaa!!! at last!!!!

lance has my heart and soul bye everyone

really rapunzel??? you’d ‘give anything’ for a woman who has attempted to murder you and your friends multiple times??? girl both of u need serious therapy jfc

lmfao zhantiri scuttling across the floor like a lizard what a creep

VARIAN. VARIAN. VARIAN. MY CHILD. i lovE that he ‘took precautions’ but was sad about it that was so??? so good???

cassandra can’t be redeemed at this point no matter what she says or does, u can’t change my mind

omg getting to see real demanitus heLL YES

hamuel u beautiful moron

i never thought the words ‘FELDSPAR, NOOOO!!!’ would ever leave my mouth but here we are

‘okay so i’m gonna come right out and say it - this. is just. AWFUL.’ sfhfhfh me af

i’m sorry cass but after you attacked a kingdom and attempted murder, ‘getting trapped in amber’ is the very LEAST caution you deserve to be treated with

lmao cass stop pretending you went through something worse than you actually did. literally stop WHINING about NOTHING girl god damn

edmund you also have my heart you can share it with lance

‘WHY DID I EVER LET HIM GET A RHINO’ dhfjghg imagine that conversation tho

varian screaming at a snake, the snake staring back

i’m dyin at how chill shorty is in the weird dimension lmfao

eugene and edmund just sassing each other? i live for it

‘you don’t get to tell me what i believe’ the only fair and logical thing cass has said for a while tbh

god eugene getting beat tf up and still trying and sticking with the quips and just. oh god.

OH MY GOD EUGENE BEING LIKE. READY TO DIE. AND JUST NEEDING HIS DAD TO KNOW HE FORGAVE HIM. HELP

yesssssss bring back the brown hair

bIG ZHAN TIRI

i mean at least cass is admitting fault and apologising. that’s SOMETHING. but SORRY DON’T EXCUSE MULTIPLE COUNTS OF ATTEMPTED MURDER SORRY HONEY

‘well, i’m not cleaning that up’ sjfhfhf crowley i love u so much

god this is getting kinda cass.unzel-y and i am NOT about that life thank u ma’am

I LOVE U WOLF!CATALINA

cassandra don’t you dare call her blondie.

cassandra don’t you dare say ‘frying pans - who knew?’ like you have no right. just get out.

rapunzel’s first though after all that was cass and not eugene?? her parents??? people who have stood by her this whole time? she cried over cass and not eugene??? seriously??? SERIOUSLY???? get out. that’s some solid grade A bullshit, bye

like 1 million missed opportunities but okay

i know ur going for the parallels 100% here but i don’t fucking care, eugene would not instantly forgive the woman that tried to murder him, his friends and his girlfriend a zillion times

cass leaving with cap was the best thing that coulda happened, but i don’t like the ‘redemption’

‘i love you, raps, in fact i love you so much i attempted murder a whole bunch because :) love, ya know :)’

tbh with it being the finale, i expected the songs to be a lot better but... eh.

‘THE ROYAL SCIENCE NERD’

ahhhh varian and quirin being amazing together i loVE YOU

lance adopting the kiddos ugh yes

edmund rebuilding his kingdom god bless

OOF that kiss at the end tho

so basically, as with pretty much the entirety of S3 - hate the cass storyline, love everything else

#[ it's a mixed bag folks ]#❛ not so suave ❜ ¦ ｢ooc.｣#[ coulda been better coulda been worse ]

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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Your friendly neighborhood instigator of the amazing your love was my only shot here with the spicy sunday request I warned about a couple weeks ago and am now submitting it early. Could we see Kate and Anthony being intimate for the first time after Edmund's birth? This is def a little less spicy and way more emotional but I'd love to see them navigating the new facets of their relationship with each other. I can't wait to see what you come up with for this whole story! It's fantastic!

Ahhhh Yes!

You know what, you deserve it!

"I still can't stop staring at him." Anthony's voice shook through the nursery, awestruck in the night as he stared down at their tiny son, ten weeks old, and so beautiful. A shock of dark hair tumbling over his sleepy little frown, so much like Anthony is made Kate's heart clench.

"We make pretty beautiful babies." Kate hummed in agreement, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder. Anthony turned towards her, grinning, sending her heart skittering around the room in excitement.

"I know I've said this before, but thank you, for him Kate. He's so beautiful, and perfect and amazing, and I love him and you so much more than I ever thought I could love anything." His voice was reverent, as he stared down into her eyes, making tears push at the back of her throat. Soft tension bubbling up between them, both of them leaning towards the other.

"I love you too, So much Anthony." Just as their lips met, heat tugging and pulling between them, tongues tangling, Anthony's hands in her hair, on her waist. And then he pulled back, creating distance between them, a soft kiss to her forehead.

Anthony had been doing this, ever since Edmund was born, leaving her breathless and panting, wanting him, and she could feel that he wanted her as well, from the way he pressed against her in the night, from the way he took himself in hand in the shower, her arms tight around his chest. But he never asked her for it, though the doctor had told them it was fine. Clearly she was going to have to do this herself.

"I want you tonight." Her words broke through the soft silence, Anthony groaned, dropping his forehead against hers, his voice a desperate gasp.

"Kate are you sure?"

Kate nodded, tilting her lips up to meet his again, tugging him backwards down the hallway, through the open bedroom door, tugging his shirt over his head, his chest warm and solid under the palms of her hands, heat tugging low in her stomach as his teeth nipped at her neck.

"You're really beautiful." She couldn't help it, he was, with the moonlight on his skin and his hair tumbling into his eyes, and that stupid boyish grin on his face, his eyes sparkling down at her with so much love.

"That's my line." His voice was rough, eyes burning into hers, as he tugged her shirt over her head. Stupid insecurity welled in her chest as she thought about the dark lines that crisscrossed over her stomach and thighs now, stretched from growing their child. She looked nowhere near what she had been that first time they'd had sex, the only time he'd ever see it as it turned out, and she hadn't been very beautiful then, just average.

"Must be nice to have hot Kate back." She quipped, letting it consume her for just a moment.

"Every Kate is hot Kate." Anthony groaned walking her backwards, until her legs hit the bed, sending them toppling down, "And f you don't believe me, I'll have to show you." He was kneeling n front of her , tugging her sweatpants down her legs, humming to himself as he spread her legs wider, settling them against his shoulders.

"I've missed you." He hummed, teeth tugging at her underwear.

laughter bubbled i her chest, "Are you talking to my-?"

"We're old friends, hush, please Katie." His eyes were shining up at her, a devilish grin on his face. "If it doesn't feel good stop me."

She barely had time to nod before he'd ducked his head, his tongue pressed firmly against her. A Strangled cry fell from her chest, her hands tangling in his hair as he moaned against her. And fuck it was a little overwhelming after so long. Anthony's arms were tight around her legs, as he tilted her hips towards him, pulling her impossibly closer, his eyes still locked onto hers, his mouth, his fingers pushing her higher and higher forcing her towards the edge. And with a graze of his teeth, he pushed her off the edge, a startled cry breaking through the obscene noises she was making as her legs tightened around his ears.

Anthony grinned up at her, his chest puffing a little proudly, and god, he looked so handsome. She tugged on his hair until their lips met, the taste of herself on him a little heady, her hands tugging at his pyjama bottoms forcing them down.

"We really don't have to do this, Kate." His voice was serious, though his eyelids were fluttering closed as she palmed over him.

Kate hummed, "We really do, or I think I might die."

Anthony laughed a little breathlessly, "Well I wouldn't want that." And then he was moving gently over her, his hips cradled in hers, their foreheads pressed together, lips meeting softly, their eyes locked together, something simmering slowly, building gently between them, I love you whispered softly from her lips and his, until it crashed over them like a wave.

Anthony rolled gently, keeping their legs intertwined, nestling Kate's head against his chest, and in moments like these, Kate could feel how much he loved her, loved the family they'd created together pouring out of him, his eyes shining with tears. She really couldn't say, how long they stayed locked together, content in each other arms like she never had been before.

"Just like riding a bike." Anthony said after a few moments a smirk on his face.

"If you ever call the mother of your child a bike again she'll smother you in your sleep."

#bridgerton and sons au #your love was my one and only shot #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly's asks and answers

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